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As an overnight guest at WB’s house, I was privileged to view to her nightwear: a white, belted, plastic raincoat. I was not convinced that this was the most comfortable garment to wear in bed – certainly not for the … Continue reading →

My missing conference pack had been sent to the wrong address in error. I tore open the envelope so that I could change into my outfit immediately. LM looked on in horror as I squeezed my feet into the tiny … Continue reading →

I travelled to my new school in the passenger seat of my father’s acid green Ford Cortina estate car, squashed up to my best friend ECM (the only one of us wearing a seat-belt). On my lap I cradled a … Continue reading →

I had heard much about the fabulous parties that were hosted by the residents of Trinity (Edinburgh), and at last was invited to one! I turned up early at S and AC’s house to find them laying out the last … Continue reading →

We were all (including toddler JJ) squeezed around a big square table in Contini George Street, Edinburgh when a huge red-headed man in a kilt marched into the restaurant. He looked like an extra from Outlander. Most of us supposed … Continue reading →

My big, burly boyfriend was a chip off the diamond that was his gangster father. I adored him because he was always there for me, keeping me safe from harm. In the past he had appeared from nowhere to recover … Continue reading →

TPR interfered with my cooking arrangements so now all the plans for the dinner party had gone awry. He even let a plastic spatula melt in a saucepan. Meanwhile JLW wasn’t doing much better at setting the table for 16 … Continue reading →